Indianapolis Times, Volume 46, Number 45, Indianapolis, Marion County, 3 July 1934 — Page 11

JULY 3.193 ft.

The Amateur Gentleman Jeffrey Farnol

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what the deuce did it all mean—about this house of yours?” man INSTALLMENT FORTY-NINE SIMPLY that until this moment I wasn’t sure if 1 had one yet.” “But your fellow ” “Yes. I sent him out this morning to buy me one.” “To buy you—a house?” "Yes; also horses and carriages, and many other things, chief among them—a tailor.” The viscount gasped. “But mv dear fellow—to leave all that to your—servant! Oh. Gad!” But. as the marquis remarked, Peterby is an inestimable fellow.” The viscount eved Barnabas with brows wrinkled in perplexity; then all a r once his expression changed. "Bv the way,” said he, “talking hv Carnabv. he’s got, the most beautiful eve you ever saw!” "Oh?” said Barnabas, beginning to turk in the ends of his neckerchief. “And a devil of a split lip!” “Oh?” said Barnabas again. “And his coat had been nearly ripped off him; I saw it under his cape!” "Ah?” said Barnabas, still busy wih his neckcloth. "And naturally enough,” pursued the viscount, “I've been trying to imagine—yes, Bev. I've been racking mv brain most damnably, wondering why you—did it?” "It was in the wood,” said Barnabas. ".So it was you, then?” “Yes, Dick” "But—he didn't even mark you?” He lost his temper, Dick.” “You thrashed—Carnaby! Gad. Bev, there isn't a milling cove in England could have done it.” “Yes—there are two—Natty Bell, and Glorious John.” “And I’ll warrant he deserved it, Bev.” “I think so.” said Barnabas; “it was in the wood. Dick.” “The wood? Ah! do you mean where you—” “Where I found her lying unconscious.” “Unconscious! And with him beside her! Mv God, man!” cried the viscount, with a vicious snap of his teeth. "Why didn't you kill him?” "Because I was beside her—first, Dick.” "Damn him!” exclaimed the viscount bitterly. “But he is your friend, Dirk.” “Was, Bev, was! We'll make it in the post tense hereafter.” “Then you agree with your father after all?” “I do. Bev; my father is a cursed, long-sighted, devilish observant man! I'll back him against anybndv, though he is such a Roman. But oh, the devil!” exclaimed the viscount suddenly, “you can never ride in the race after this.” “Why not?” “Because you'll meet Carnaby, and that mustn't happen.” “Why not?” “Because he'll shoot you.” “You mean he and challenge me? Hum,” said Barnabas, “that is awkward! But I can't give up the race.” “Then what shall you do?” “Risk it, Dick.” a a a BUT now, Mr. Smivvle, who from an adjoining corner had been an interested spectator thus far. emerged, and flourishing off the curly-brimmed hat, bowed profoundly, and addressed himself to the viscount. “I believe,” said he, smiling affably. “that I have the pleasure to behold Viscount Devenham?” “The same, sir.” rejoined the viscount, bowing stiffly. “You don't remember me, perhaps, my Lord?” The viscount regarded the speaker stonily, and shook his head. “No, I don't, sir.” Mr. Smivvle drew himself up and made the most of his whiskers. (To Be Continued)

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FRECKLES AND HIS FRIENDS

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WASHINGTON TUBBS II

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ALLEY OOP

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BOOTS AND HER BUDDIES

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TARZAN THE INVINCIBLE

•'What it means," said Romero, “is that crazy hare-brained theories always fail when they are put to the test. You were a fool to think that all the blacks in Africa would help your plot against all the European nations." ‘ You talk like a traitor,” said Ivitch.

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“And what are you going to do about it?” demanded the Mexican. “I’m fed up with you, too. There isn’t an honest hair in your head nor in Zveri’s. I can accord Tony and Senorita Drinov the benefit of a doubt, for I can not conceive either of them as knaves.”

—By Ahern

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OUT OUR WAY

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"You are not the first traitor to the cause,” cried Zveri. “You will pay the penalty.” “That is not a good way to talk now,” said Mori. “We are too few. If we fight and kill one another, perhaps none of us will come out of Africa alive ”

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‘ Tony is right,” said Zora. “Let us call a truce until we reach civilization.” And so, under something like an armed truce, the five set forth the following morning toward their base camp; while upon another trail Tarzan and his warriors took a short cut to Opar.

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